Through the rain mist, Qi Yu couldn't see the face of the woman in red, but she felt an oddly familiar sensation from her, as if she had seen her somewhere before.
Meanwhile, downstairs in the Medical Hall, the manager had been stupefied by a bag of silver, muttering, "Enough, enough."
The woman in red glanced at him, helped the kneeling person get up, and took her into the Medical Hall.
A while later, the woman in red came out of the Medical Hall with a frosty expression.
Behind her, followed a disheartened young girl holding a baby in her arms, tears continuously streaming down her face.
Qi Yu couldn't help but sigh.
Such a small baby had a high fever and had been drenched in the rain for so long, it would have been strange if he had survived.
The manager chased after them, saying resentfully, "Condolences, and be resilient."
The woman in red turned back, her eyes coldly glaring at him, and the manager almost collapsed to his knees.
